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So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. Prudence twinkled at them, and reached out to pat Melusine’s hand. "Flying fish. " "Well, imagination beats me!" "It's something Ruth saw. All at once they came to the top, the faded blue sky overhead, and whichever way he looked, the horizon, the great rocking circle which hemmed them in.
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